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Fucked Up World

by Frostley

As I make my way into her room The machine sounding showing her vital signs I get to see her one last time The tears run down my face knowing her doom She reached stage four of this fucked up world Little time left between Grace and peace took her place She lay limp and gone And all I can hear is the screaming of death
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